Joyce Vincent

Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
I was a lady of perfection
Seized by trouble beyond my walls
As they merely remembered me when they saw me
But quickly forgot about me when I left
How could this be?
When I worked with them chatting my story out.

Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
For you cared not about my life
Yet you called me a friend
Checking health at sight
But when out of sight
I become out of mind
So I sipped my last on my own
And waited years before I rested.

Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
For when your sugar run out
You called at my doorstep
But when all was good
My doorstep turned to a wall
As you forgot of my existence
And chequed my own acount
Only if i could speak for myself

Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
This is the world they now call home
For we lost love to the screen
And addicted we became to a peace
That loneliness creeps at
As families have become a mere figure
Neighbors just another number on the door

Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
As tomorrow is for singles
And the dust is a friend of one at a time
For we were not at all
But mere passangers in this voyage of life
That I waved goodbye without my kins
And it took a judge to discover my remains
As they knew me not
But forgot about me
When the wall held my service in the static of the screen.
 

The Poetic Mischief
Inspired by: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Vincent

Old Fashioned Room

 Just a kid in an old fashioned room
Where materials are just a gimmick of fading lies
As today I woke up in her embrace
And the world was true
The smiles were real
As happiness was an infinity guest to our quarters
But this was just before time

For time stole the real
Leaving the room's brightness blue
As tears of truth could be seen streaming
And the fabric of society teed
Leading a mystic nightmares trail to bed
For where warmth stood
Is rigged with haven of quarrels

Leaving the happiness quarters a void
As the harlot sadness house the room
Fixated a dungeon of regrets to bare
For the broen bottle befriends
Abandoning kitchen counters with misplaced memories
Where I was just a kid in an old fashioned room
Now renovated to modern horrors.

Catch 22

 If only you could believe the lies I baptized my soul in
If only you could believe the sight I roped my heart at
You could simply call my being here a miracle
For down to the waist
I sand trapped myself
Sinking deeply by the second
But miraculously I am still here
Calling names to the spirits beyond my veil
As I veil my shame in shunning the truth
Soiling all the evidence
Seeking to choke the lies I wear

If only you could believe the lies I soaked my soul in
If only you could believe the eye I fixed my heart at
You could honestly call my life an illusion
For anchored to the bottom
My legs pull me down
As I further fall to the trappings of my thoughts
Crowning the lies i tailores to regalia.

Colliding Nature

Like a blank page ready to be scripted on

your words bled through the barrel
inking onto a tinted canvas
teared up by the past
afraid to be amused again
SHUT!

So I crept in my shell
as the poetess glow
amused my eyes
disbelieved to lust
STRUCK!

Shunning all of me
I plead at the feet of your heart
seeking what my soul longing call for
as I get lost in a maze of desire
ALTERED!

So words got louder
though silently they played the mind
enticed by the body of thoughts
"I WANT YOU TO BE MINE!"
screamed louder in the vocals of my heart
BEDDED!

Better Be Me.

Better be me

fielding glory to a thorny throne

Deemed a fool

as the lazy poison the air

 

Am I one?

tracking questions

flooding the brains

branded a dull game.

 

As outcast carol

Sound the horns

hanged to hope

choking the air.

 

Better be me

than bleed vanity

for morrow

never come to help

but laugh itself to cure

queued in distress.

Do You?

 In no particular order
Heart bleeds to bend
Scrapping the floor
Little by little lost

For the sun scorched
Mercilessly hitting the top
Yet stunned at the moon
Stained by the rose

They called it
"Pre-run to life"
But begging souls
Poured out poor words
Seeking riches within the reach

But the story remain the same
Matters over impossible tales
Holding tell buttons
To fled the sense
Un-argued to take the stand
As this was the case of angel's

"Do you remember my pain!?"

Toxic Love

 I am sorry,
I couldn't plead my joy
Neither could I bleed my happiness.

As in your arms
The world cased my eyes
Casting all my thoughts to fade.

You!
Being a remedy
a curse at the same time.

So I #ink 
My burden and pleasure
On the same line.

While smiling to please
The lies that have become my bed of roses
As get stung with her bees.

Concurrently given
A nectar of lust
To forget.

Yes!
I'm now addicted to it
But the bruise
that decorate my skin
is now a shame.

However happily worn
As it tear the fabric
Life threaded down.